Sylvan Cheney put a knitted jacket on her: "It’s windy outside."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale put on the jacket.
"Didn’t you make so snacks? Bring them along. You can eat them if you get hungry on the road. The journey is a bit long."
Jasmine Yale grew more curious about where he was taking her.
Nevertheless, she obediently brought the snacks along.
Sylvan Cheney grabbed the car keys: "Let’s go, downstairs."
"Should we bring an umbrella? Will it rain?"
"There’s one in the car." Sylvan Cheney replied lightly, "It’s just windy; it won’t rain for a while."
Jasmine Yale had great confidence in his way of doing things.
It had always been like this. When she was with him, she didn’t have to worry about anything or think about anything. He would manage everything ticulously, and she just needed to be there.
Sylvan Cheney also wore a suit jacket. He wasn’t quite used to Jasmine Yale’s pace yet and sotis would unintentionally walk ahead.
But he quickly realized and would adjust his pace accordingly.
His car was parked in the underground parking lot of the hospital, that black Maybach.
He drove himself, and Jasmine Yale sat in the passenger seat.
As the car door closed, the interior beca a world just for the two of them.
The light scent of chamomile floated within the car.
Sylvan Cheney started the car and drove out of the parking lot.
Outside was a pitch-black night sky, but the road was brightly lit. Especially at the square by the road, there was a vibrant nightlife; the weather didn’t affect the people’s rrint at all.
The wind howled, rustling the leaves. So leaves brushed against the window and then quietly spiraled down.
Pedestrians on the road hurried along, mostly with their heads down, avoiding the fierce wind.
At the end of sumr, there was a hint of coolness amidst the heat, especially at night when the stars were bright and the clouds sparse.
Jasmine Yale glanced outside the window, then at the snacks in her hand.
"Aren’t you afraid I have bad intentions? Hm?" Sylvan Cheney broke the silence.
"That’s sothing I should be saying." Jasmine Yale chuckled, "Out there, people say I’m of bad character and that the CEO’s character is good. Logically speaking, you should be the one afraid of . You know, fox spirits drain people’s energy."
"Drain energy? Maybe we have different versions."
"What?" Jasmine Yale didn’t imdiately catch on.
"In the version I know, fox spirits drain n’s... essence, and generally, their skills are not bad." Sylvan Cheney stated with a straight face, as if discussing academic research.
Jasmine Yale instantly caught on: "You shaless!"
Sylvan Cheney looked innocent: "Am I wrong?"
"You’re so annoying." Jasmine Yale pouted in anger.
"..." Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled into a subtle smile. He always thought that an irritated Jasmine Yale resembled a cat.
He never had a cat, but this kind of Jasmine Yale always gave him an instinctive urge — to pat her fluffy head.
This desire was rather strong.
"CEO, let tell you a story."
"Go ahead." Sylvan Cheney tightened his grip on the steering wheel. She wanted to tell him stories when they were in the ward.
Jasmine Yale began her tale smoothly: "Once upon a ti, there was a princess in a castle. She was beautiful, cute, gentle... In fact, no adjectives could truly describe her goodness. However, she was soone who brought misfortune to those around her. Her mother passed away when she was very young, and her father and brother disappeared early on. She grew up all alone, and it was not easy for her to et a prince she liked."
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